In the interest of making myself feel super awesome and forcing myself to continue living bravely, I've come up with just such a list. I turned 31 in June. I'm thinking that every month until I turn 32, I need to do something that scares the living daylights out of me. That's twelve "things" to anticipate, meet head on, and conquer. (And then in my 32nd year, I shall try to take over the world. Shhh...don't tell anyone.)
So in June, my birthday month, I took trapeze lessons. In July, I sang karaoke for the first time ever. Here's a list of other wild and crazy things I vow to tackle before my 32nd birthday:
fire a gun
commit to and follow through with a public speaking engagement
write everyday for a month
ride a scary amusement park ride
look a squirrel straight in its beady little eyes without flinching
take Eliot with me on a trip involving air travel
take a self-defense class
ride a mechanical bull
Each of these tasks is something Old Rachel would not have done. In the past, fear has held Rachel back. Fear of being hurt, fear of actually being successful, fear of rejection...
No more. New Rachel doesn't NOT do things because she's scared. New Rachel does things precisely BECAUSE they scare her. Because she knows that's the only way to grow into the person she most wants to be.
Okay. I'm going to stop talking about myself in the third person now. Promise. =)
Anybody know where I can find a mechanical bull?